NIKI
"No guarantees. I have proven more than once today how my memory can fail me, and I do not wish to continue to make a fool of myself," Niki says with dry amusement, even if he can almost definitely put that down to his fever. He sways a little at her gentle nudging, though he's able to catch himself easily enough, settling into an easy rhythm to walk with the Doubletake despite the way he feels simultaneously too hot and too cold.
At her confession, though, he can't help but raise his eyebrows in open surprise, and it's admiration written there rather than judgement. "Well, Flora," he says, his accent hugging her name, "if anyone would be capable of such a thing, I believe it would be you. I look forward, one day, to meeting your brother in the flesh." Sounding quietly certain about that - as perhaps only a follower of Mort might be able - he glances back to the path.
"I was not much of an outdoorsy child," he says with a quiet grin; no shit, Niki. "So even if you had been close to the village, I am not sure we would have had much cause to run into each other. Ah - here we are." Gesturing ahead, it appears Flora's prayer to the Mathair has led them true, and in the distance a solitary lamp can be seen burning on the porch to a surprisingly large, dark building, one side of it covered in moss and a tangle of ivy.
"I did not choose it," he adds, of his career path, "but rather it was chosen for me. The undertaker assured the home that he did not need an apprentice who would have to do much physical labour, and I would not have gotten many other opportunities like that." If any.
At her confession, though, he can't help but raise his eyebrows in open surprise, and it's admiration written there rather than judgement. "Well, Flora," he says, his accent hugging her name, "if anyone would be capable of such a thing, I believe it would be you. I look forward, one day, to meeting your brother in the flesh." Sounding quietly certain about that - as perhaps only a follower of Mort might be able - he glances back to the path.
"I was not much of an outdoorsy child," he says with a quiet grin; no shit, Niki. "So even if you had been close to the village, I am not sure we would have had much cause to run into each other. Ah - here we are." Gesturing ahead, it appears Flora's prayer to the Mathair has led them true, and in the distance a solitary lamp can be seen burning on the porch to a surprisingly large, dark building, one side of it covered in moss and a tangle of ivy.
"I did not choose it," he adds, of his career path, "but rather it was chosen for me. The undertaker assured the home that he did not need an apprentice who would have to do much physical labour, and I would not have gotten many other opportunities like that." If any.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
